Fred Stonehouse has developed a personal mythology by weaving together dream logic, strange biomorphic forms, religious symbolism, and the surreal landscape of the American Midwest. “Wisconsin has this weirdly extended period at dawn and dusk; really drawn out,” he describes. “It’s like living in perpetual twilight at times. Maybe that leaves a mark. That sense of liminality is akin to dream states.” Appearing to be fragments of narratives, Stonehouse’s polymorphous figures—at once human, animal, and vegetable—exist in worlds of uncertain allegorical significance. Humorous and fantastical, they induct viewers into a mystical relationship with the world.